[i]Luciana[/i]

One moment, she was walking the streets of Loom, idly looking for something to end her boredom. Supernatural Keeper of the Balance she may be, but she also sometimes found herself needing something to do. And boy, did she find it. She had just exited a Mall after a long hour or so of window shopping(no money. And she couldn't very well take it from them without annoying repercussions, could she?), when three powerful Hellions entered the world. The Fleshshaper. The Lord of Chaos. Another whose personal Essence she was unfamiliar with, but whose overall type she was. Those Demons were supposed to have been wiped out by their fellows. Made extinct. They had threatened and challenged too many with their schemes and experiments, including her. The war had been short but very, very destructive and bloody. Regardless of the past, there was a large amount of Demons attacking Loom, two of her most hated enemies had arisen, and the Angels were retaliating. After firing a few bullets into a Demon that had leapt at her, Luciana grinned. [i]I certainly won't be bored anymore![/i] 

With that, her form glowed a bright white and changed. In her human form's place stood the hulking form of her third one. Rather than causing all local Demons to flee in terror and fear, as she had hoped, it made her a beacon. The traitor was free. And challenging them. To kill her and consume her essence would not only grant them enough power to evolve substantially, but would certainly raise them in Szayeis's standards! And so, Demons from all around flocked to her location. And she met them, eagerly. With fire and sword. And every magical weapon at her disposal. For a while, things were fine. Demons were killed in a variety of painful ways. Yet still they came. Slowly but surely, she was being worn down. She couldn't keep this up forever. The Demons seemed to not heed the fact that they were being slain in droves, foolish for attacking her, yet they continued, each determined to be the one to slay her and consume her essence. 

That's when [i]it[/i] happened. A Gatekeeper reborn, [i]The[/i] Essence entering the land. A semblance of balance was formed. Of course, just as this happened she heard the thrumming of a harp. With a cry of inarticulate rage at the timing, she threw herself upwards to the top of the nearest building. It was high enough to by her time. Enough to at least recover from what was to come. Even before her feet hit the roof the pain struck her and she instinctively switched back to her human form, curling in a ball and wrapping her arms around her head. It was different this time, though. With the pain of her migraine(to put it mildly), there were memories. Flashes of things that had happened before the Gate was destroyed, the Balance ruined. 

[i]She was walking through Heaven, unchallenged.[/i] There weren't even looks for being out of place. Why was that..? [i]Wings. Angel Wings. Floating on her back.[/i] Where had those come from? She didn't possess any forms with Angel wings. [i]She was going to meet her sister.[/i] Sister? She didn't have any sisters. [i]The Old Gatekeeper of Heaven, smiling benignly at her.[/i] Wait. That was her sister? Impossible. She was a Demon. [i]A warning given. War was coming. The Demons were restless and hostile.[/i] That rang a bell. She had warned the Gatekeeper of Heaven about the War. But she could have sworn it was in her human form. [i]The Gatekeeper was still smiling at her. "There must always be balance, Sister. Remember that."[/i] What? Sister? These weren't her memories. Couldn't be. [i]Two sisters being formed by the Gods, to guard the two Gates, to keep the races separate. Humans were formed. A third sister was needed, to bear the weight of the third world. Blood and tears from Heaven's Gatekeeper. Flesh and bone from Hell's. She was formed, made of two forms from Heaven. Two from Hell. And one in the middle. Where her sister's were stuck motionless, and could not move, she could. She could ensure the balance was kept. That they survived. She was Luciana, the Keeper of the Balance, Gatekeeper of the Human world and she would not fail.[/i]

And like that, the pain was gone. She rose, shakily to her feet. She wasn't a Demon. Nor was she an Angel. She was a far weaker version of the Gatekeepers. And Demons were coming for her. She could ponder the revelations her mind had hidden from her when the Imbalance struck later. Right now...she had the small matter of surviving to deal with. Two new forms had been given to her. Or, remembered by her. First she became a [url=https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcShaszQVW9o03e0smeQIaL6Yx84nxIdInNQNx9sCorlt_FGN36x]Battle Angel[/url]. Armored, proud and sword wielding. Then she became an [url=http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22500000/Fantasy-Angel-fantasy-22588221-548-800.jpg]Original[/url]. Her skills as a battle faded to essentially nothing but her skill other three rose. She was weaker than a true Original. But who wouldn't be, after not having used their powers in hundreds of thousands of years? Still, a small compartmentalized lightning storm rose above the building she was atop of. Luciana rose into the air, eyes shimmering with darkness and lightning white. 

She didn't mean to, really. She only meant to get rid of her attackers then head to the storm as quickly as possible. But..she had misjudged the capacity of the storm to use her as much as she used it, and soon lost herself in it. Above the building, the storm raged and grew, lightning striking indiscriminately, thunder booming, and rain pouring down.